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Kasane and Chobe NP

Maun to Kasane was eventful for two reasons.
1) Elephant sightings were a regular occurence. Its kind of funny when you see your first elephant and its miles away but you still spend twenty minutes taking photos of it because its still fricken awesome only to go over the next hill and almost hit twenty of them as they cross the road.



Incidentally this occurred with almost every animal you see. We must have stopped for ten minutes the first time we saw a zebra or giraffe, two days later its like why are we stopping its only a giraffe?

And 2) i was awoken from my afternoon kip by a shatter proof truck windscreen shattering all over me. Besides the shock from the sight of blood and shards of glass all over me it turns out i was left with just a few scratches.

Once in Kasane we camped on the Chobe river. We did a game drive in the morning; it was the same old story, lion poo, lion tracks, no lions. There were however elephants, hippos and crocs everywhere.





In the evening we did a game cruise on the river. This ranked top 5 easy. Elephants frolicking in the water only metres away and absolutely stunning scenery finishing up with a sunset over the water.





















Internet was 'unusually slow' in Kasane. Told to come back tomorrow.

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